Olivia's POV
Lennox led me to his room. He pushed the door open and stepped aside, letting me go in first. I was nervous. My steps were slow and unsure. I had no idea what he was about to show me, but I could feel it was going to be something big.
I turned just in time to see him walk in after me and close the door gently behind us.
He didn't say a word. He didn't even look at me. He just walked across the room, not to the usual safe—the one where he kept my father's papers—but to a different part of the room. He stopped in front of a painting on the wall and slid it aside, revealing another safe hidden behind it.
This safe looked newer. More private.
He typed in a code, his fingers moving with practiced ease. I heard the low beep, then the mechanical click as the safe unlocked.
